Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Slovenia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Aural Exciters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sparks,
Gabor Szabo,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra,
The Pop Group,
Whodini,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bluetip,
Stetsasonic,
Country Teasers,
The Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy Collins,
Mr. Review,
Guru Guru,
Tres Demented,
Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Faust,
Todd Terry,
Agent Orange,
The Monochrome Set,
The Vogues,
Hashim,
Bronski Beat,
Ludus,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rufus Thomas,
Charles Mingus,
Althea and Donna,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Starr,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eli Mardock,
the Germs,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gap Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Toni Rubio,
OOIOO,
Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Pet Shop Boys,
This Heat,
Pagans,
Marine Girls,
Pylon,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Style,
The Sound,
Ultravox,
cv313,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.